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Way down by the Rio Grande,There lived Santiago Flynn,He dressed like a Spanish grandeeHe rode on a pony thinNear by on her own plantationThere lingered an Irish RoseLove songs of the dreamy nationHe'd sing to her thro' his noseAnd she would sigh wink her eye,giving him this reply:

She cried "you're a hot tamale,I can't love a Mexican,Nobody can win this MollyNo one but an Irish man"He jumped in a wild fandangoHe cried with an Irish grin"Tho' born underneath the MangoMy father was Paddy Flynn"She cried "come in, Mister Flynn,I'll never say agin"

Chorus "Santiage you're a Dago with a wicked smile,Faith, I like your style But Macaroni, ride your pony,Spanish tunes and Spanish moons are making me grow thin,Change your blarney, play Killarney Santiago Flynn."

Way down by the Rio Grande,There lived Santiago Flynn,He dressed like a Spanish grandeeHe rode on a pony thinNear by on her own plantationThere lingered an Irish RoseLove songs of the dreamy nationHe'd sing to her thro' his noseAnd she would sigh wink her eye,giving him this reply:

She cried "you're a hot tamale,I can't love a Mexican,Nobody can win this MollyNo one but an Irish man"He jumped in a wild fandangoHe cried with an Irish grin"Tho' born underneath the MangoMy father was Paddy Flynn"She cried "come in, Mister Flynn,I'll never say agin"

Chorus "Santiage you're a Dago with a wicked smile,Faith, I like your style But Macaroni, ride your pony,Spanish tunes and Spanish moons are making me grow thin,Change your blarney, play Killarney Santiago Flynn."

Way down by the Rio Grande,There lived Santiago Flynn,He dressed like a Spanish grandeeHe rode on a pony thinNear by on her own plantationThere lingered an Irish RoseLove songs of the dreamy nationHe'd sing to her thro' his noseAnd she would sigh wink her eye,giving him this reply:

She cried "you're a hot tamale,I can't love a Mexican,Nobody can win this MollyNo one but an Irish man"He jumped in a wild fandangoHe cried with an Irish grin"Tho' born underneath the MangoMy father was Paddy Flynn"She cried "come in, Mister Flynn,I'll never say agin"

Chorus "Santiage you're a Dago with a wicked smile,Faith, I like your style But Macaroni, ride your pony,Spanish tunes and Spanish moons are making me grow thin,Change your blarney, play Killarney Santiago Flynn."